When you were in high school, did you ever feel like you must surely be from another planet? Did you, perhaps, eat lunch in the library (or even in the math room!) to avoid your fellow classmates? Guess who wasn’t popular back then. I never did get the point of being popular – from my outsider’s point of view, it didn’t really look like that much fun. Always worrying what someone else was saying (or even thinking) about you, always trying to devise some new way of coming across cooler than anyone else … and the surest, simplest, most effective way of making oneself look better seemed to be by making those around one look worse.
It seems like some of us still haven’t outgrown that particular disorder. I’m referring to Mary Ann’s blog post for today. This is the comment I tried to leave, but couldn’t, because Mary Ann has felt the need to close her blog to comments due to the cowardly, anonymous email sent to her.
Someone is simply trying to stir up trouble – and I’m really tired of people sniping like this, making good people feel bad for no earthly reason. Your stitching is lovely, your posts are interesting, and I (among others!) come visit you here because I enjoy it – not because I feel obligated!
People should remember that this is an online community, a group of friends. If someone’s purpose here is to stir up trouble and make others feel inadequate – go someplace else!!
Seriously, most of us have real issues to deal with in real life that are painful enough – ill health, loss of a loved one, depression, employment woes, etc. – and this wonderful online community of fellow stitchers provides us with a moment in our day when we can lay down our burdens, anxieties, anguishes … and just enjoy each other’s company. It’s not a popularity contest, thank the heavens; it’s just a little niche out of the way for some nice people to engage in some chitchat, a little sharing, some pretty pictures …. Something we all need and look forward to. If there are people out there looking for something else, who need some extra nastiness in their lives – go look for it elsewhere.












But that was before I had kids. I could tell you some other things about myself that have changed since I had kids, but this is a G-rated blog. 







